The Art Of The Deal Poem by Poetical Analysis

As the heat of the firestorm rises from its embers not its flames

The art of the deal is empowered by one's intent and not their tain

Not the Reflection as magnificent as the dancing fire

But the searingly combustible fuel of desire

If a deal with the devil is laden with deception

What kinda person fakes a deal with [a] god, upon unperverted introspection

The art of the deal is the same power saught

In assuring the Walls of Jericho are never forgot

That the resounding TRUMPPENCE still declare

The lives deconstructed proved [a] god was there

That the deal done was sealed in slaughter

Of every man, his parents, wife, sibling, son, and daughter

The art of the deal is the mad man's mask

It's how he cloaks his malicious task

To simply project he best a great enemy

That in truth, is just a reflection of his own evil inner me


2/27/2017